Time Together

Existence seems so useless and unfulfilling alone, but when you’re with me it’s as if your touch makes me comealive. I feel your hands on my head, behind my neck, and all that is discordant in me blends into perfect harmony.

When you hold me close and stroke me with your fingertipsI fairly want to burst into song. The world becomes such amelodic place at times, that I believe those in our presenceare moved by our relationship.

We don’t get to be with each other as much I know you’d like. I wish it could be more too, because it seems that the more timewe spend together, the better we are together. Still, I know I’m not the only one who has claims on you, so let’s just be thankfulfor what we can have.

It’s out of character for me, but it’s not a poem. I muchprefer to leave the prose to people like you who have such a talent for it.

The breaks just came out that way because the last time I tried to paste something containing long lines in here, (a poem), everything got chopped in places I didn’twant. So now I deliberately shorten things beforehand. Guess I got carried away. Didn’t mean to confuse you.